I used to think I was invincible. I thought I could do whatever I wanted and get away with it.
I had a wild streak in my twenties and thirties, going to parties and clubs and flirting with anything and everything that caught my eye.
I thought I was living my best life and that nothing bad could ever come of it. Little did I know, it would come back to haunt me.
My wild days came to an end when I got married. I was so happy to find someone who loved me for who I was and accepted me for my flaws.
We decided to start a family and I was over the moon. I had always wanted a son, someone I could teach the things I had learnt in life, someone I could pass my knowledge onto.
But fate had other plans.
I had three daughters, it felt like my karma
We had three girls in a row, which I was still overjoyed by. I was so proud of my daughters and loved them dearly, but deep down, I felt like I was being punished for my past mistakes.
I couldn’t help but feel like I was being denied the son I had always wanted because of my irresponsible behaviour in my youth.
It was like my karma.
I tried to make the best of it and accepted my fate. I gave my daughters all the love and attention they deserved, and I tried to make sure they never felt like they weren’t enough.
We had a wonderful life together and I couldn’t have been happier.
However, deep down I still feel in my heart that because I was too much of a f-boy in my younger days, heaven gave me three girls to teach me a lesson.
Now that my three girls are growing up in their teens, i cannot help but worry that they would get ‘eaten’ by other guys, just like how I ‘ate’ other people’s daughters when I was younger.
I should have thought of that when I was screwing around when I was young.